A young man in synthetic Tee shirt was waiting for the bus. His friend was standing by the side of the road wearing a khaki coloured kurta and pant. The khaki colored kurta was typically the Pakistani type of kurta. He asked the conductor where the bus was going.

After some time he got into the box with a bag on his back. There was water everywhere . Knee deep water.. he seemed to gauge the traffic by the amount of the water clogged or the number of vehicles stuck on the road.

He went back and then he returned with another person. On his back there was a man who was his relative perhaps.
He gave a smile at the middle aged lady sitting in the bus.

The lame man paid for the tickets. His companion now changed from his Pakistani kurta to a normal shirt.

The lame person appeared normal but his legs would t have allowed him remain above the knee deep water clogged around the Kashmere gate bus station.

The question is how can we call Delhi a livable city, the capital city of India, when 40 minutes of rainfall water logs one of the business stations.
Everyone waded through the water, and men in their 20s and 30s were enjoyjng the water – it was dirty and smelly.

What if the lame man had no friends? A city not friendly to able bodied people leaves very little space for disabled people.

Building resilience is one thing and providing solution is another.